User blog comment:Bluestripe the Wild/Rise of the Mercenaries/@comment-3148757-20110423000503

Merle wrinkles her muzzle, deep in concentration. "Don't know. I think there's something in the wind." She shrugs. "I guess it's natural for me to know these things, since my father WAS a seafaring fox not that anybeast wants to hear about him." She glanced at her mace. "This WAS his though."